Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.